Monday, August 22, 2011

Flight

Throwing words like daggers
You can never retrieve,
Perpetually buried
In stone hearts to grieve.

Loathe you teach;
Injustice you carry.
Deceit you nourish;
Selfishness you marry!

Not all is lost, nevertheless.
Chasing bliss, mercy!
A cloud of hope is brewing
Far away I flee.

-Martha



3 comments:

faye said...

I know who this is for. I'm so sad you feel this way. -Ate

Anonymous said...

Poet pala. :)

Anonymous said...

d^^b